2 When justice, by our sins provok'd,
Drew forth his dreadful sword;
He gave his soul up to the stroke,
Without a murm'ring word.
3 Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesus' dying love:
Hard is the wretch that never feels
One soft affection move.
4 Here let our hearts begin to melt,
While we his death record;
And, with our joy for pardon'd guilt,
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord.
HYMN 62. C. M.
Christ the Bread of Life.
ET us adore th' eternal word,
"Tis he our souls hath fed;
Thou art our living stream, O Lord,
And thou th' immortal bread.
2 Bless'd be the Lord, that gives his flesh
To nourish dying men;
And often spreads his table fresh,
Lest we should faint again.
3 Our souls shall draw their heav'nly breath, Whilst Jesus finds supplies;
Nor shall our graces sink to death:
For Jesus never dies.
4 The God of mercy be ador'd,
Who calls our souls from death; Who saves by his redeeming word, And new-creating breath.
5 To praise the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit all divine,
The One in Three, and Three in One,
Let saints and angels join.
On the first approach to the Lord's Table.
ORD, I am thine, entirely thine,
Purchas'd and sav'd by blood divine;
With full consent thine I would be,
And own thy sov'reign right in me.
2 Here, Lord, my flesh, my soul, my all,
I yield to thee beyond recall;
Accept thine own, so long withheld;
Accept what I so freely yield.
3 Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of thy grace;
A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransom'd by Immanuel's blood.
4 Thine would I live-thine would I die;
Be thine thro' all eternity;
The vow is past beyond repeal;
And now I set the solemn seal.
5 Be thou the witness of my vow,
Angels and men attest it too;
That to thy board I now repair,
And seal the sacred contract there.
6 Here, at that cross, where flows the blood,
That bought my guilty soul for God;
Thee, my new Master, now I call,
And consecrate to thee my all.
7 Do thou assist a feeble worm,
The great engagement to perform;
Thy grace can full assistance lend,
And on that grace I dare depend.
HYMN 64. C. M.
Faith, Hope, and Love.
HE blest memorials of thy grief,
The suff'rings of thy death,
We come, dear Saviour, to receive,
But would receive with faith.
2 The tokens sent us to relieve
Our spirits, when they droop,
We come, dear Saviour, to receive,
But would receive with hope.
3 The pledges, thou wast pleas'd to leave,
Our mournful minds to move,
We come, dear Saviour, to receive,
But would receive with love.
4 Here, in obedience to thy word,
We take the bread and wine;
The utmost we can do, dear Lord,
For all beyond is thine.
5 Increase our faith, and hope, and love;
Lord, give us all that's good:
We would thy full salvation prove,
And share thy flesh and blood.
HYMN 65. L. M.
Struggling against unbelief.
ITY a helpless sinner, Lord,
Who would believe thy gracious word:
Who owns his heart, with shame and grief,
A sink of sin and unbelief.
2 Lord, in thy house, I read there's room,
And vent'ring hard, behold I come;
But can there, Saviour! can there be,
Among the children, room for me?
3 I eat the bread, and drink the wine:
But O! my soul wants more than sign!
I faint, unless I feed on thee,
And drink thy blood as shed for me.
4 For sinners, Lord, thou cam'st to bleed; And I'm a sinner vile indeed!
Lord, I believe thy grace is free;
O! magnify thy grace in me.
HYMN 66. P. M.
We celebrate his dying love.
ESUS, once for sinners slain,
From the dead was rais'd again;
And in heav'n is now set down
With his Father on his throne.
2 There he reigns a King supreme;
We shall also reign with him:
Feeble souls, be not dismay'd;
Trust in his almighty aid.
3 He has made an end of sin;
And his blood hath wash'd us clean:
Fear not; he is ever near;
Now, even now, he's with us here.
4 Thus assembling, we by faith,
Till he come, show forth his death;
Of his body, bread's the sign:
And we view his blood in wine.
5 Saints on earth, with saints above,
Celebrate his dying love;
And let ev'ry ransom'd soul
Sound his praise from pole to pole.
HYMN 67. L. M.
The gospel feast.
OW rich are thy provisions, Lord!
Thy table furnish'd from above;
The fruits of life o'erspread the board,
The cup o'erflows with heav'nly love.
2 Thine ancient family, the Jews,
Were first invited to the feast:
We humbly take, what they refuse,
And Gentiles thy salvation taste.
3 We are the poor, the blind, the lame,
And help was far, and death was nigh!
But, at the gospel call, we came,
And ev'ry want receiv'd supply.
4 From the highway that leads to hell,
From paths of darkness and despair,
Lord, we are come with thee to dwell,
Glad to enjoy thy presence here.
5 What shall we pay the eternal Son,
That left the heav'n of his abode;
And to this wretched earth came down,
To bring us wand'rers back to God!
6 It cost him death to save our lives;
To buy our souls, it cost his own:
And all the unknown joys he gives,
Were bought with agonies unknown.
7 Our everlasting love is due
To him, that ransom'd sinners lost, And pitied rebels, when he knew The vast expense his love would cost. 8 To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory giv'n, By all on earth, and all in heav'n.
Not ashamed of Christ crucified. T thy command, our dearest Lord, Here we attend thy dying feast; Thy blood, like wine, adorns thy board, And thine own flesh feeds ev'ry guest. 2 Our faith adores thy bleeding love, And trusts for life in one that died; We hope for heav'nly crowns above, From a Redeemer crucified.
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